just like you said it should be..
when you forget it is pouring outside and all you know is that you would give everything, anything to hold that one person in your arms. like a ghost..a mirrage..
i have been travelling today. i have seen the shores and the sand and the dust. the dust. and i have wept against the wind and i have sucked on a burning candle and stared at an empty glass and the fucking machine is not working. it will not take me back. it will not.
.......still a little bit of your taste ........
piercing through...harder and harder with every aim..what is it aiming at????? the heart is not there. the substance has seeped through my eyes into the space and got lost. got stepped over. got confused with spices and fruit and liquor..got sold for a nickel..got carried away in a plastic fucking boat made out of a recycled container...i want my container!!!!!!!!! i want it i want it i want it!!!!!!!
i want a vessel to hold this fucking shit all together, all in peace, all in one because my body is too weak..to limited..to temporary...desperate for something perpetual. outlive me. outlive me.